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Dottore POV.
Perhaps he should have thought twice before trying to shatter the natural order of Time and Space, after all if he had done that he wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. Because, and excuse his language, WHERE THE ACUAL FUCK WAS HE RIGHT NOW???
Alright, let’s rewind and run through the facts. He is Il Dottore, the original, The Doctor, Second of the Fatui Harbingers and he just had an experiment go horribly horribly wrong, landing him in some strange city made smooth black roads of unknown composition of countless tall grey towers.
This place was also extremely bright, even at night it was lit up with dozens of advertisements. The local language seemed to be a dialect of Inazuman and many humans looked… strange… for lack of a better word to describe them. They were 100% humans though, he checked when he took a blood sample from a man with toilet paper instead of a head and it read completely human.
This place also had very advanced technology, even having their own version of the Akasa system. It was all very fascinating, gods and the Heavenly Principles didn’t exist at all and his less than stellar reputation was completely nonexistent. It was the perfect grounds for a brand new experiment!
The Doctor cackled to himself as he walked away from the alley, leaving a dead body as the sole indicator anyone had been there at all.
Izuku Midoriya POV.
A 10 year old boy with fluffy dark green hair was sitting on a park bench and sniffling quietly, he was treating several severe starburst shaped burns that were scattered across his arm. Izuku was just glad it was only his arms this time, it was hard to reach the ones on his back to treat them and as a result the scars on his back were the worst.
He sighed, wiping his teary eyes, he shouldn’t be so affected by Kacchan’s actions anymore, it wasn't like this was new… And his uniform was burned again as well, Okaasan would be angry… As if she hadn’t been angry at him ever since he failed to develop a quirk. He was used to this, yet large wet tears still seemed to gather endlessly in his green eyes.
Izuku took a few deep breaths to center himself and dried his eyes. He should get home before Okaasan got home otherwise she’d lock him out of their apartment again. The boy stood, putting away the burn cream and throwing his backpack over his shoulders as he started to head home.
But trying to get home quickly caused Izuku to immediately run straight into someone. Said someone was tall and had light blue hair and wore a weird mask, he wore a pale grey sweater, black pants, and tall black boots. Izuku quickly bowed, apologizing and silently praying he would get out of this interaction unscathed.
The boy barely took a breath as he spoke, “I’m really sorry sir, I wasn't looking where I was going and ran into you, it’s completely my fault, I’m very sorry, if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you-”
Izuku was cut off by a scoff, “Stop blathering child, as if you could do anything for me, now get lost before I change my mind” the man grinned, showing off a too wide smile of sharp teeth.
Izuku squeaked in fear and scampered off quickly, unknowingly causing a notebook to fall out of his backpack onto the ground in front of the man.
Dottore POV.
Dottore chuckled as he watched the green haired boy run away from him in terror. He had been in this world for a few months now and had figured out how this society functioned, and it was very interesting.
An entire society that practically blindly worships these figures called ‘heroes’ who are akin to glorified costumed law enforcement with licence to use their ‘Quirks’ and kill over any crime imaginable. And don’t even get him started on the ‘Quirked’ vs ‘Quirkless’ debate and the way people treated each other, it was all so fascinating, how a society with such diverse powers but no gods functioned.
Anyway, the doctor knelt down and picked up what the kid dropped; sue him, he was curious. As he stood back up he read the title of the notebook, ‘hero analysis for the future volume 10’. Oh? Interesting.
He flipped open to a random page, Endevor, and Dottore’s grin only grew bigger as he read what that mere child had written. It was a juvenile analysis and had plenty of flaws sure, but the potential it held, that child clearly had the marks of a prodigy. And yet, that child also had burns both new and old all over his arms…
Dottore held a hand to his chin in thought, interesting, the child must have a weak, ‘villainous’, or no quirk. He pocketed the notebook and checked over the information he had on the child. An elementary school student based on age estimation and the uniform he was wearing, clearly physically bullied with little to no teacher interference and prefers to treat his wounds in the park instead of at home, so he was possibly abused by his guardian or homeless, and finally the child was a brilliant pool of untapped potential.
Using these parameters a quick search using this world’s Akasa, called ‘the internet’, he found the boy’s identity. Izuku Midoriya, age 10, quirkless, attends Aldera Elementary School and had below average grades. His mother Inko Midoriya is divorced, single, and works at a hospital nearby the apartment they live in.
He found the Midoriya apartment’s address and room number quickly, perhaps he’d pay the child a visit to return his notebook tomorrow during one of Ms. Midoriya’s shifts at the hospital. A quirkless prodigy… nurturing this child’s potential would surely produce quite the shock to this idiotic society’s system, just the kind of experiment that he had been contemplating doing served to him on a silver platter. Now this would be fun!